Requiem's DJ

Water Square (non-lucid)



I am an older man with a wife. We live in a glass house at the bottom of the ocean. One room is filled with water and reflects the contents of the room to create wild art. We enter this room dressed in astronaut suits and talk with walkies. It is my job to send waves through the room, and time it correctly so another wave of increased intensity begins as the other ends. The third wave is too powerful and knocks my wife unconscious but eventually she talks through the walkie..."haha...I am joking...I am fine".

We exit the house and a scene change. I am driving with D and we go and pick up some pizza.



Frags:

1. I do come dream drugz outside of a pharmacy and I am able to run really fast and teleport to my house.

2. I am riding a bike and a cop hits me. It turns out he is crooked and both of us are involved in some kind of deal at a church.

i think my recall hasn't been very good for awhile now because i don't challenge myself to try and remember anymore than the basic. i need to work on recall.

A Team Mission (non-lucid)

I am in an elevator with two other gentlemen. They are formally dressed and carrying guns. They say something about how we are actually inside somebody. I don't know, it didn't make much sense. I am also carrying a gun.

The elevator bell dings and we move out. Location is a nice sort of hotel. The whole this is very Inception like.



There is a gun fight with some rather fat cops. We easily kill them. MY ally has some sort of bot he calls into action that helps shoot them down.

We proceed into a lower level warehouse. The place is flooded with a strong current. Strong enough to sweep you away. I make it across by jumping in front of boxes where the current is slowed. End.

Drugz (non-lucid)

I am at a baseball game with my family and some business men in suits. I take something but realize the game is about to end. I don't want anyone to see me, my face is swollen. An 'obvious' sign I am on something. I walk down to another field.

The dream becomes extraordinarily vivid as I sit and mediate. I felt calm and aware, relaxed but not lucid. Or maybe I was lucid.

That dissipated once my family caught up to me. "Why is your face so swollen?" m asks.

I don't remember much else aside. I almost completely forgot this even happened.